Cuddling
A/N: Listening to their playlist and now I'm in my feelings.
Tuvre chirped, snuggling further into his boyfriend's chest as the TV played. They had started watching some show, but Tuvre quickly lost interest as Tazrin traced the tattoo that Sol gave Tuvre on his back after following Sol.
Their legs were tangled together underneath the blanket, bodies as close as humanly possible. As strong as Tuvre was, he knew he didn't want to crush his boyfriend. Tuvre closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth Tazrin gave off.
"Tuvre," Tazrin mumbled, pressing his lips against Tuvre's temple.
Tuvre hummed in response, opening his eyes and seeing Tazrin smile.
"I can turn the tv off if you wanna take a nap." He said, reaching for the remote.
Tuvre shook his head, grabbing Tazrin's hand and holding it. "Nah, it's fine." He replied, sitting up slightly. He put his head on Tazrin's shoulder, watching as the female lead of the show tossed her cheating husband's things out of the house from the second story window.
Tazrin was quiet for a moment. "You think people actually do stuff like this?" he asked, shifting to make Tuvre more comfortable.
"I can see why someone would," Tuvre said. "I wouldn't want to be cheated on whether they were my husband or not."
"Well, lucky you, I'd never do that."
"Good," Tuvre said, giving Tazrin a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled as Tazrin turned, kissing him back, sliding a hand into his dreads and cradling the back of Tuvre's head. Tuvre hummed, parting his lips as the woman on tv yelled something about her husband being a bastard.
Then the door to Tuvre's room opened and whatever moment there was immediately ended.
"Y'know, you can knock, Basashi," Tuvre said, frowning as Tazrin moved away from him.
"I did," Basashi said. "You didn't answer, so I came in." he squints, looking at Tazrin before turning his attention back to Tuvre.
Tazrin smiled, waving at Basashi as Basashi heads further into the room.
"Anyway, mom wants you."
". . .I'm, uh, busy,"
Basashi sighs, rolling his eyes. "Making out with your boyfriend doesn't constitute as busy, Tuvre, go see what mom wants." He said, turning to leave.
"Fine, tell her I'm coming." Tuvre said, flopping back onto his bed as Tazrin laughed. "What's so funny?"
"You're so dramatic for no reason,"
"You love it when I'm dramatic," Tuvre replied, kissing Tazrin again before he got out of bed, heading towards his dresser to put a shirt on.
He headed down the hall to his mother's study, wondering what it was she wanted. It must've been important.